He Said What?
Happy Wednesday! I’ve decided it’s high time we all get to know the WIPpeteers a bit better. Don’t you agree? To that end, I’m lining up interviews with each and every one of them. (So, if you’re a WIPpeteer and didn’t see an e-mail from me last week, check your spam box.) I’ll be posting the first one Friday so make sure you stop by and see who my Special Guest will be.
Onto my WIPpet. As promised, I’m giving you more of CB. It’s 21 (short) paragraphs from page 20 (according to my Word doc). I know it’s not the 21st, but I couldn’t very well leave off the last line so consider it a bonus. As another added bonus, I’ll give you some background so you’re not floundering. This is a flashback scene. There are many interspersed through CB that give us a look at Driev’s childhood, and provide clues as to why he is how he is. Andel is Driev’s best friend. He’s two years younger than Driev, but slightly taller. In this particular scene, the boys are literally slumming. They’ve gone to the Runoff, the worst part of the city of Mossrae, because Andel has a crush on a girl there. This excerpt employs probably my most extensive use of the thieves cant I mentioned last week.
“You pair o’ dandy prats are outta yer depth.”
Andel and I stopped in our tracks and I cocked a look up at him without turning to address the voice behind us. Andel rolled his eyes.
“Fine,” he said. “My fault. Totally my fault.”
“We’ll be late now,” I said.
He spread his hands to the side. “What do you want me to do, Dri? I said it’s my fault.”
I glanced over my shoulder to the mouth of the alley where four Runoff ruffians had spread out to block our exit. “Give us a moment, won’t you?”
The biggest one, the one slapping a leather-wrapped club into the palm of his hand, paused in the attempted intimidation, then barked out a laugh. “Hear that, lads? They need a moment.”
Chuckles erupted from the rest.
“Mean to whine?” asked another.
“P’raps they’s madge culls lookin’ fer a last swive,” said a third, which brought another round of hooting and laughing.
I turned full around, my hands on my hips. “I have absolutely no idea what in the thirteen hells you’re jabbering about.”
“Let me clear it then.” The big one with the club took a couple steps toward us. He gestured at us with his weapon. “Yer in our house and we don’t much care fer yer kind. So we’ll take what yer holding, give ya a dubbing so’s to keep it fresh, then let you stagger, savvy?”
Andel leaned toward me. “What did he say?”
I shrugged. They were older than us. Except maybe the skinniest one that kept ducking looks out into the street. He may have been closer to Andel’s thirteen years. They all had clubs in their hands, some with more padding than others. I may not have been able to interpret their words, but their intent seemed obvious.
“I think we’re being robbed,” I said.
“Oh.” Andel sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, Dri. Coming to the Runoff was my idea. But you’ve seen Willa. She’s beautiful.”
“She’s a lovely child,” I said. “And you’re a lovely boy. And now you’re about to get all that loveliness beat out of you unless you can pull your head out of your trousers.”
“Are you two ’bout done?” the leader asked.
I glared at him. “This is a bad idea. You know that, right?”
“Because you’re going to wind up dead,” I said.
Okay, go forth and WIPpet. Then come back Friday and meet . . .